Il_Paolo

First Mino, today Mike, tomorrow who knows. Minor music frames moving out of the gallery, towards a dark storage room, or you know where.

I'm sorry, but I thought of her, in an absolutely etymological sense, that from the mid-1970s onwards she became the epitome of hysteria. September 11 included. She didn’t do her research, and presenting an idea of truth, she didn’t subject it to critical scrutiny.

I appreciate the effort. I'll tell you that the review isn't great - but the rating remains high for the choice - while the book is truly a classic, one that I personally love and that underpins many of my "serious" reflections, even here in the Hyperuranium of fakes. The most beautiful story, read cyclically, as I mentioned elsewhere, is that of the three versions of Judas. Borges managed to unite history, fantasy, metaphysics, metalanguage, languages, poetry, creating an expressive labyrinth that stimulates, in the same way, both the heart and the mind. All this with a merit: expressive synthesis.

Hello everyone! I'm leaving my last post here before I go. I don't agree with almost everything written in your comments, dear Debaser friends. The point is this: while Nazism had something diabolical about it, because Hitler was objectively an evil and perverse person (coprophile, zoophile, incestuous), as various films (and subgenres) and biographies say, and as something diabolical it was akin to Evil plain and simple, communism had, and still has, a greater wrong: if you think about it, both the Marxism from which communism is descended and the original formation of the Russian Communist Party were founded by agnostics of Jewish origin who likely saw in the communist doctrine and practice a sort of messianism aimed at promoting man and Good. But even Stalin, perhaps the worst of the lot, had some background in a Georgian Catholic seminary, if I'm not mistaken, and even in him, in my opinion, communist ideology took the place of revealed religion, to the point of becoming a religion itself, theoretically aimed at Good, but practically at Evil. And in this heterogenesis of ends, I truly see the worst, regardless of the quantification of dead: in the sense that it is better a self-aware evil (Nazism) than a self-unaware evil (communism). And look, even in our Beautiful Country things are no different: many members of the Red Brigades or Lotta Continua grew up in religious environments or with an extreme religious vocation, bringing messianism and a certain religious integralism from the Counter-Reformation – very different from my "mission"!! – even into the realization of communist ideals. And it's not surprising that now many of them, aged, attend religious groups or identify with a certain theocon morality of a right-wing flavor, goodness gracious. I’ll just conclude by saying that History grants its merits to everyone: and I note, with a certain subtle pleasure, how one of the worst communist ideologues, Trotsky, was killed by someone named Ramon Mercader. But Il_Paolo, who on earth is Ramon Mercader?!?, you may ask. I’ll just note, before disappearing into the hyperuranium, that he is the uncle of Christian De Sica. Check it out if you like. I have cared for you all very much, without distinctions, and I thank everyone who commented and/or criticized and/or participated in the debates stemming from my modest (reviews and) proposals (not like Swift, who was not a communist anyway, since, as you know, I eat something else). For the last time SV, Il_Paolo.

Great recovery! I first heard about it in my second or third year of high school directly from the geometry book... the poor author, trying to motivate readers whom he sensed were inherently disinterested, included a note about Flatland to encourage a geometric and scientific approach to life, and perhaps to justify to himself his theories on sines and cosines (the meaning and usefulness of which I never understood). But I never read it, and most importantly, I somehow succeeded - even today it remains a mystery - in reaching my final exams without ever having opened the geometry book again, willingly exposing myself to various humiliations and tortures from my beloved teacher, who still gave me a 7, I remember well. Who knows.

You have a style that I have always appreciated; you mix the high and the low, the seemingly insignificant details with reflections on the work of an artist like Giger. You've built around you a kind of "alien" aura that amuses me quite a bit. Well done!

"Gifted," I don't know how much, in every sense: for instance, even Eric Clapton was more gifted than him, according to Harrison's ex-wife, not to mention Jack Bruce. In any case, an intriguing character in the Beatles galaxy, psychologically especially, and certainly a compositional talent for the songs you rightly mention. The review is beautiful - congratulations - and the title of this album is lovely too.

I believe that the most interesting manga or cartoon derived from this story is the delirious "The Monkey" by Osamu Tezuka, from the '60s but came to us in the early '80s. The proposal is incredibly interesting, regardless of the fact that, in some way, it is the spirit of the times that compels us to look towards China and India, and their respective traditions.

Thank you very much to everyone who has stopped by here and those who will pass by when I am already in flight, and, unfortunately, far from my beloved Italy. Special thanks to the editors for getting this review on what I like to call the "bancale" of Debaser (like a deli) in time for the upcoming toasts, because a late review would have been like a zampone with chickpeas consumed at the end of January, that is to say, something out of place and out of time. Always Yours, Il_Paolo

Hey Finnegan, have you had a good vigil? I'll be back soon with a review, I’m waiting for your comments. More linear and easier to read than the book that is inspired by you. Or you by him. Or neither of you by anything. ST, Il_Paolo. PS: No paninaro, more toast and pizza than sandwiches. Not in the aesthetic sense either, especially since I don't love labels (and I don't need them, because I don’t use a washing machine).